Sorrow is tranquility remembered in emotion.
This is me apologizing. I am a fool, a bird-brain, a liar and a horse-thief. I wouldn't touch a superlative again with an umbrella.
Age before beauty, and pearls before swine.
Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song, a medley of extemporanea, And love is a thing that can never go wrong, and I am Marie of Romania.
A girl's best friend is her mutter.
If all the young ladies who attended the Yale promenade dance were laid end to end, no one would be the least surprised.